The bullies just made us stronger (Larry Stylinson&Ziam Palik mpreg)

Slightly different to everyone else.

~Zayn's POV~

Niall had gone back to Ireland last night so myself and Liam haven't had time to talk about everything, since we have school today. All throughout the day though Liam has made sure he's been with me, so I don't get hurt or anyone hurts me. Not that anyone has hurt me before. It's been pretty awkward when Megan has been with me through the breaks and lunch, Liam knew Megan didn't know anything but he kept giving me those stupid knowing look, telling me I had to talk to her about everything. I knew I did but what am I meant to say? And I can't tell her in school.

Liam and I were now walking home from school, to my house. I knew both mum and dad would be at work and my sisters were probably out with friends so I was home alone to talk to Liam properly. We walked in silence the whole way home. It wasn't an awkward silence, more a comfortable one.

Once we got to my house I unlocked the door before walking in a putting my keys in my bowl, along with my school ID pass, wallet and phone. The rest of the bowls were empty showing that no one else was home. I shrugged off my jacket, as did Liam and took it off him before putting them on my hooks. We slipped our shoes off, Liam put his nearly under the table, whereas I picked mine up to put into my shoe box which was im my wardrobe.

I walked through the house and into my room, sitting down on my rug on my bedroom floor, leaning against my bed after putting away my shoes. Liam sat down next to me and layed his legs out straight in front of him, whereas I tucked mine against my chest.

"So..." Liam and I both said in unison causing us to laugh. Once our laughing had calmed down Liam turned to look at me. "Have you got a ultrasound scan picture?" Liam asked me nervously. I nodded before crawling over to my bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling the picture out. I handed it to Liam once I was sat next to him again and he looked down at it with a small smile on his face. "Wow!" he whispered. He looked up at me, with tears close to dancing down his face. He looked back down at the picture in his hands. "This is incredible. I mean....I can't believe I'll be a dad in..." He stopped midsentence looking up at me to finish it off for him. "Eight months." I told him. He nodded, putting the picture down on the floor next to him.

"How are we going to do this then? Will our child have two dad's that are best friends or a family?" I asked, really hoping it was the latter. "Well I think it would be fair if our child had a family don't you?" Liam asked. I nodded, trying to hide the smile that was itching it's was onto my face. "But, you need to tell Megan everything that's going on first, okay?" I nodded before crawling over to Liam and hugging him. "Thank you for being so understanding Li."

~Louis' POV~

Niall left for Ireland last night and Harry and I had an appointment this morning. I finished school about a month ago and Harry had work sent to him and was told that if he didn't understand it, he could have evening lessons to help him, which he agreed with. School were so understanding about the situation and if myself or Harry ever saw a teacher whilst shopping or going for walks they would always stop us and congratulate us or ask us how everythin was going. It was so nice knowing people didn't find us freaks or whatever. Everyone was so understanding and helpful about it all.

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"Right Louis, you know the drill. Top off and onto the bed, and remember this is cold." My doctor reminded me. She rubbed the cold jelly like liquid onto my stomach and waved the wand around a bit before stopping and flicking a switch. "And that's your son's heartbeat." The doctor told us. It was the most beautiful and peaceful thing I had ever heard. "So, as I said last time I saw you your son may have down syndrome. Now, this may still be what may happen but there is less chance that that's the case now. Your son seems to be developing well and is perfectly healthy as far as I can see." The doctor told us both, smiling. "I don't want to seem nosey but do you have a name for him yet?" She asked, with am excited smile on her face. I sat up, wiping the jelly off my stomach before putting my top back on. "Yeah, we've decided with Noah-James. We painted his room a few weeks ago and it has Noah-James above him cot." I beamed. I was so excited to be a dad, it the fact that I only had to wait four more months was exciting but also nerve racking. You could tell in Harry's eyes that he felt exactly the same.